I had a dream again of that same house for number of times. I don't know why but my guess was maybe most of my childhood's happy moments was at that house. The only thing I looked forward to whenever school vacation is close by. My Nanay's big house in bulacan. Whole clan was complete by then. Inang and Apo was still with us. We celebrate christmas or new year at that same house. Crossing over the small wall separating my Nanay's house to Inang's will only take a minute. I always see Inang with a big smile whenever she sees us. Dancing in a "lola" sweet kind of way. Talking in kapampangan as if we understood everything she was saying though we've learned to understand a few words or sentences.
I remember the new year's weve spent with our clan. It was a big family then. All cousins busy getting their hands on the sumptous food for the occassion. Chatting, laughing and just hanging out at the veranda or tagging along with my kuya boy whenever he goes out with his barkada. Enjoying the loud cracking of the fireworks that my tatay (uncle) deliberately spent his money on. Though I stayed inside because of my asthma, it was still a big celebration for us. Where food was shared after midnight. Laughter filled the house.
But that was years ago. Things happen along the way and before we know it, those times will only remain in our memories. And now these memories are part of most of my reveries. Im not complaning because it made me look back to the times that even once in my life, I had pure fun with my family.
